After her fight with Longshot and her labor scare, Alison had begun spending a great deal more time in her music room than she had been. It was something she needed to be doing, anyway. And, it gave her some time to herself to think and sort things out. She cleared her head better when she was dumping all of her worries into music
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So, the time she was in there while he was home, he spent pouring over the internet to find a place to get a rickshaw. Then he got the idea to ask the jonin if she knew a place. She did one better and said one of the clan husbands could make a custom one. Score!
But now, he was shifting from foot to foot outside of the closed door. He hated interrupting her in her private space, but he had this overpowering urge for a light kiss. He pranced around a little more before knocking lightly.
Then he realized the door was soundproofed like the rest of the room and tried knocking louder.
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She set the guitar aside and began the clumsy process of getting herself to her feet. How did women do this in their last months of pregnancy? She was only halfway and already having issues with movement.
Eventually, she managed it and went over to open the door. She smiled at Longshot. "Hey, sweetheart. C'mon in."
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"You sure? I could just get the kiss I need and skip back downstairs. I don't wanna interrupt anything important." Except he had already interrupted by being there and knocking. Oops.
He still couldn't help shifting from foot to foot.
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When she drew back, she smiled and tugged lightly on his shirt again. Nudging him farther into the room.
"You can be my good luck charm so my music will cooperate."
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He groaned softly and held onto available wife body parts to make sure she got up the stairs okay. His heels might need some tender loving later. Much later. Later later later.
They could manage to function despite the occasional thump and bump.
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The laughing didn't interfere with her hand's work, though. She kept it moving, rubbing, squeezing. It was holding her interest as well as his.
Any of his parts that needed tender loving care would receive it. Alison would never leave her husband in pain as long as there was something she could do to relieve it.
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And that little was used to close the door behind them, strip his shirt off, and start undressing his wife. Because something with moaning had to happen soon or there would be trouble. Mostly for him, but naked now was the important thought.
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She did manage to helpfully kick her jeans away once he got them down her hips. But, then she noticed his chest all naked and inviting. She pressed closer to him and kissed her way down from his neck, across his chest.
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He kissed her again before settling back down. He should let go of her breast and start to get them both headed toward the bathtub. But he had a hard time trying to find the motivation. Naked wife was right here at the moment.
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"Thank you. I'd hate to have to chase you to China in this condition. Wait 'til after the babies are born and then we'll climb mountains."
She snuggled back up to him. He had promised her a bath, so she knew they'd get to it sooner or later. And it wasn't as if she was in any hurry to be out of his arms.
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"You're welcome. I try to be good." Sometimes he slipped up. Like a few days ago. He still hadn't figured the right way to have handled it.
He kissed her shoulder. "I love you."
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"I love you, too. More than anything."
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"You're all that I wish for. Beautiful mother of my children." His hips started to move slightly with how she rolled hers. His hands slid down to rest on her hips. He would hold and help however needed. Though there was plenty of water in the tub to help with the weightless feeling he already had.
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"Fair's fair," she breathed as her hips picked up a faster pace. "You're my wish, too."
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"Good. Don't know... uhn, how to be different." His fingers flexed a moment before he grabbed on to thrust up a little harder. It was hard to hold back entirely. His wife had tripped his want response masterfully.
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"Good. Love you," she huffed ragged breaths between thrusts. So little air to spare for talking when there were better uses of her time and energy.
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